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Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, |
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Warmer than the Summer night. |
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The clouds were like an alabaster palace, |
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Rising to a snowy height. |
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Each star its own Aurora Borealis, |
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Suddenly you held me tight, |
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I could see the midnight sun. |
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I can't explain the silver rain that found me, |
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Or was that a moonlit veil? |
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The music of the universe around me, |
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Or was that a nightingale? |
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And then your arms miraculously found me, |
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Suddenly the sky turned pale, |
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I could see the midnight sun. |
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Was there such a night? |
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It's still a thrill I don't quite believe; |
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But after you were gone |
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There was still some stardust on my sleeve! |
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The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, |
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And the stars forget to shine, |
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And we may see the meadow in December, |
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Icy white and crystalline. |
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But oh, my darlin', always I'll remember |
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When your lips were close to mine, |
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And I saw the midnight sun. |
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The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, |
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And the stars forget to shine, |
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And we may see the meadow in December, |
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Icy white and crystalline. |
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But oh, my darlin', always I'll remember |
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When your lips were close to mine, |
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And I saw the midnight sun, |
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The midnight sun, |
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The midnight sun, |
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The midnight sun. |